Speaker 1: In nineteen seventy six, when I was ten years old,
I went camping with my family almost every weekend near McCall, Idaho,
a couple of hours from our home. We had access
to a precious gem claim in that area and we
would dig for sapphires. We had a nineteen fifty five
gmc truck and a pool camper that was about the
same size, and both of them were heavyweights. We liked
camp in a particular area each time we went, and
it was a big meadow that you could only get
to by crossing a small creek and driving up on it.
There were several water sources close to the area, which
meant we could fish and take a dip and walk
along the stream, and we could hear the creek at night.
It was very peaceful. The night of the incident, we
pulled into the camp site later than usual, and because
it was late, my dad didn't unhook the camper trailer
like he would under normal circumstances. During the night. Just
as we were about to fall asleep, something stepped between
our pickup and the camper on the towbar that was
still hooked up. And whatever this thing was, it was
so heavy that it forced the hitch to the ground,
and it tilted the back end of the camper clear
up into the air, and it tossed my dad right
out of the bed. Now we have no idea to
this day what could have possibly done this or how
heavy it must have been to do that. There's only
enough room between the jack and the truck for something
with two legs, and that meant a bear could not
fit its body through there. We only have black bears
in that area, and they don't weigh enough to move
a trailer that much. But since we didn't get a
look at it, we cannot say that it was a
bigfoot or why it didn't just walk around the vehicle.
But in the years since, I have heard many people
tell of bigfoot messing with their campers, and over the
years in the same area, we have smelled rank smells
that came and went with no explanation, and we've heard
vocals and sounds that we could not identify. On another occasion,
we believe we heard big screams in Montana on one
of our outings. It was so disturbing that I still
remember it like it was yesterday. We were with my grandparents,
as we often were, in the backwoods of Montana and
down one of the roads where the grass had grown
all the way up. We always camped there where there
were never any other people. We were sitting around the
campfire one night when we started to hear screaming and
moaning howls that made the hair on our bodies stand
on in and my grandpa, having been in the woods
his whole life, said that he had never heard anything
like this before, and he was so that we had
to turn in for the night. We listened to him
and we went to bed, and it was very unlike
us because we would normally stay up until all hours
of the morning, making some'mores and singing and telling stories.
But that night of those screams as we children were
busy having fun, and it all came to a dead stop,
leaving my poor grandfather to put out the fire by himself.
Hey y'all, welcome to the podcast. I appreciate you clicking
on the video. My name's Cameron Buckner and this is
the Dixie Cryptid What If It's True Podcast. This is
a short podcast. I got three really good stories, but
at the end, after the third story, I want to
tell you something that I'm doing with this channel. It's
not a big deal. It's not a big deal, but
I want to let you know. So hang with me
till the end if you're interested in this channel, in
this podcast, and I'll tell you what's coming up. Other
than that, let's get on with the stories, all right,
here we go. When I was twenty three, I was
working on a ranch in West Texas. My job was
to get on a skids steer and grub up mesquite
trees and clearings to have small plots of crops planting
for the cattle to eat. The rancher and I were
good friends, so he allowed me to carry a rifle
to shoot codies and hogs and bobcats that I came across.
The only catch was that if I shot anything, I
had to bring the bodies back and show them. Depending
on the way to the animal, I would get a
small amount of money. That was okay with me. The
day was just getting kicked off, and as the sun
came up, I drove to a clearing where I left
the skids steer. The night before, I was finished with
this particular clearing and I was about to move to
another area. When I was loading the skids steer onto
the trailer. My hand slipped from the chain that I
was trying to pull through a hole to secure it
in place, and I punched myself in the mouth well.
I went to the rear view mirror on my truck
to assess the damage, thankfully to see that the blow
to my face only caused a busted lip and I
didn't knock any teeth out. When I got in my truck,
I saw a sounder of hogs trotting across the road
toward me. The first thing that came to my mind
was some extra cash, So I got my rifle to
my shoulder and I jacked a thirty thirty into my
Henry lever action and I took aim and took a shot,
and the round cut through the morning air, throwing a
decent sized saw to the ground. So I loaded another
round into the chamber and dropped another hog, and then
wrenched and repeated, and when I had four good sized
hogs on the ground, the rest of the group turned
and headed back from where they came. I turned my
head to look in the direction that they were running,
only to see a hulking black mass that had appeared
out of no where, and it grabbed one of the
huge boar hogs by its hind legs and slammed it
onto the ground with a thud, killing it. The creature
had a distinct canine muzzle, looked like a black wolf
on steroids, and it leaped from one hog to the necks,
picking them up and slamming them into the ground until
they were all dead, and they laid in the middle
of the road. Well. I sat and watched in pure
amazement until it looked at me, and then, with its
eyes locked on me, it stood upright on its hind legs,
picked up the five hogs that it had killed, and
held them up to me as if to say, I'm
a hunter too, and I can whip you any day.
For some reason, he didn't touch the four hogs that
I had killed. Maybe it was a sign of respect,
or maybe he didn't want to deal with me pulling
my gun on him too. I work on another ranch now,
tending to the cattle and other critters. I haven't I've
seen this dog man thing since and probably never will again.
And that's all right with me. Here is a story
that I have. It's an email that I have in
my ready to go file folder, and I'm looking through this,
and it looks so familiar, And I can't remember if
I put this on the podcast or not, and just
didn't move it over to the done folder. Normally I
don't do that. If I have done one, I move
it to the other folder. That way I know i've
done it. But and it may be that this looks
familiar because I've just read it before I remember reading it.
I'm gonna do it again, just out of caution, because
this lady spent some time writing this and I want
to make sure that her story gets on the podcast.
So I'm going to read it. If I've already read it,
I'm sorry. If you remember it, I'm sorry. But here
we go. I have been blessed with five children. Each
of them has had strange experiences, and this is one
of them. And this is a story from my middle son, Matthew,
and it happened when we lived in a rural area
in southern Maryland when he was six years old and
the nineteen seventies. Kids ran around outside from early morning
until they got hungry, or until mom blew the whistle
or yelled at them to come home. Matthew was no different.
On one Sunday, afternoon in early spring, Matthew went into
the woods to pick some wild huckleberries instead of coming
in for lunch. While he was out there, he said
he felt like somebody was watching him, and he got
so nervous that he came in to tell me. Well,
I told him that he probably got scared because the
area of the woods where he had been were darker
than the woods closer to the field where he usually played.
I didn't dismiss him, though, because Matthew was not prone
to make things up or exaggerate anything, even at his
young age. He was a level headed kid. Two days later,
he decided that he was going to go get some
more berries, and he wanted to find out who was
out there and see if they had moved on. He
left the house at three in the afternoon, when the
deeper woods were already pretty dark, and I asked him
if he would rather go earlier the next morning when
it was lighter, but he was determined, so I sat
on the balcony drinking coffee to keep an ear out
for him. He had been gone for close to forty
minutes when he came back with a pail of berries
and a funny look on his face, and I asked
him if he was all right. Yeah, Mom, somebody's out
there and they need a bath really bad. He said, Oh,
good lord, there's a bum in the woods. I thought,
fearful that there was someone out there who could hurt him.
I told him to stay away from the woods for
a while, and I thought whoever it was would move
on soon enough. A week later, Matthew asked if he
could go pick some more berries. This time I went
with him to make sure the stea inky guy was gone.
We had been there ten minutes and there was no
sign of anyone, and Matthew kept picking berries, and I
went back to the house to wait for him. I
had hardly reached the porch when Matthew came running and
crying out of the woods. So I ran to him
and I hugged him, and I scrunched my nose up
in disgust because he smelled as if he had rolled
in garbage. What in the world happened? I asked him.
He said, the hairy man came from behind the tree
and it grunted at him, and it reached out to
take his bucket away. He said the man didn't even
have a real face, and that he was covered in
brown hair all over his body. He said the man
was big, and he smelled so bad that it made
him gag. Well, I was horrified and I started to
go see for myself, but Matthew begged me not to.
Mommy growls an he hoots just like an animal. He's
not human, He's a monster man. Matthew pleaded for me
to stay with him. Well, seeing my poor level headed
child to react like that was heartbreaking and terrifying, But
I did listen to him, and when I told my
husband now about it, he and a neighbor went to
check out who the bomb was that was frightening the kids. Well,
they didn't find any sign of a man, but they
did find bare foot prints that were eighteen inches long
and eight inches wide. They followed the footprints for fifty
feet and then they just disappeared. At the base of
a large tree. They found a few freshly broken branches
and they could smell something like rotten meat, and thirty
feet from where Matthew was picking the berries, they found
the remains of what looked like a dog with its
entire midsection and two front legs missing. No one went
into the woods again as long as we lived there,
but several other children backed up the description Matthew had given.
The parents in our small neighborhood stood watch and none
of the children were allowed outside without a parent on guard.
We had never heard of Bigfoot at this time, but
a year later, my uncle and my cousin had a
visit from one for three nights in a row. Even
banged on the back door as he walked around their
wrap around porch. But that's a story for another time. Okay,
here's what I wanted to tell you. There are two
ways to listen to this podcast. One is like you're
listening right now on YouTube. Another is where I take
this audio and I upload it to the podcast. I
call it the podcast network. I go through a podcast
host and it blasts out to Apple Podcasts, Spotify, you know,
any podcast app you want to listen to the what
If It's True podcast on, It's on your podcast app.
You just have to do a search. But sometimes I
do different things on the podcast app than I do
on YouTube. And what I've been doing the last well,
since the end of May, I've been uploading a podcast
every day for the last one hundred days of older
stories that I've brought up, taken all of my commentary
out of it, taking all the music out of it,
and re uploading them as archives, and they're just the stories.
So when you click on the podcast, I just start
telling stories. And I think there may be three or
four where I left my commentary on the end of it,
and I didn't mean to do that. It's just when
I was going through editing those, they got left in.
For the most part, out of one hundred, there's probably
ninety eight or ninety seven that have nothing but the story,
no music, no commentary for me. Nothing. People have asked
for that before. I don't know. Some people like to
hear me talk. I don't know why, but other people
don't want to hear me talk, and they just want
to hear the story. So this is your chance to
listen to the stories without me running my mouth. I
have done this is because two or three reasons. Number One,
those older stories that I recorded three, four or five
years ago, the audio is poor on them because I
didn't know what I was doing. I could barely read.
I can barely read now, but I really couldn't read
very well back then. Number Three, there's a lot of
new people who are following the YouTube side of this,
who have never heard those stories, and they're not going
to go back in my library and just start listening
to older podcasts. It's just the nature of YouTube. Once
a video is released, it kind of loses its stam
after about a week, week and a half, and then
it's kind of lost to the age is it's in
the library and you can always click on it, but
people just lose interest. They want to listen to something new.
And so the third reason I'm doing this was because
there's a lot of new people following along the podcast.
I don't want them to miss these stories. I think
they'll enjoy them. Here's what I'm doing. You're going to
see over the next two three videos pop up, and
in big letters on the thumbnail there will be archive one,
Archive two, Archive three, and in the title is going
to be the same Arcive one two all the way
up to one hundred. If you think or if you've
listened to every single story I've ever done, you can
skip those videos. But if you haven't heard all the
stories and you're new to the channeler have come along
in the last couple of years and you haven't gone
back in my library and listened to some really cool,
really good stories. I'm re uploading those for you. That's it.
I'm just laying this out so I don't get any
blowback in the comments section. But it's coming. I know
it's coming. And then my newer podcast will just have
my regular thumbnails. There'll be something unique. It'll be if
you just scan through my video list now, you'll see
what my thumbnails look like. I have a theme. I
have kind of a I have the same thing going
on every time. But if it's an archived podcast, it
will say archive sixty eight, archive eighty two. If you've
already heard them, you don't have to listen to them.
I don't want to be redundant, but sometimes I try
to be really clear when I talk about something new
i'm doing, because inevitably someone misunderstands. Almost every time, and
I get these comments, Oh, you're quitting the podcast. Nope,
didn't say that. Oh you hate cats, No, never said
I hate cats. Oh you change every story that you've
ever done. No, we don't change any stories at all.
It's like all this stuff kind of floats around and
I get these comments, and I never understand where this
stuff comes from. So I'm trying to be really clear,
really thorough in what I'm telling you. The videos that
you see that are archive videos will say archive number whatever.
The title will say archive number what. Ever, if you've
already heard them, you can skip them. You don't have
to comment and say I quit upload and old stuff
and why are you regurgitating your old stuff? Don't make
that comment. There's no reason to do that because I've
already warned you they're gonna say archive. If you've already
heard them, you just go ahead and skip to the
next video. You don't have to waste your time making
a comment. There's no need to do that. Just don't
watch the video, all right. I wanted to be really clear.
I think I have been. I can't wait to hear
or see some of the comments I get on this.
All that said, I love you guys. I think these
older stories are just as good as anything new I'm doing.
And the audio is remastered. They sound really good. There's
no music, there's no talking, there's just the stories. And
for people who like that, I hope you enjoyed it.
All right, I'm gonna shut up. Appreciate you listening to
this podcast, and we'll see on the next one. Thanks